brain shut down

I just put the finishing touches on the handout for my presentation for tomorrow, and now I'm waiting for it to print out. Ugh. My eyes are barely even staying open. I'm presenting on Anais Nin tomorrow, who happens to be a fascinating woman, but I feel like I'm barely even scratching the surface of her with my 30 minute talk. What to do? Who cares, my eyes are starting to glue shut. This course has been great, but I will be so happy not to have to drive every day. I will miss the prof though--dangit, she's a hoot. She told the funniest story in class today, but because this blog is PG-13 (is it?) I just can't share it. Oh, but it was funny and I laughed so hard that my face turned bright red.

Camping this weekend up by Lake Superior with the whole family and various attachments. It will be good. I miss mountains--too bad none on this trip. But maybe we'll see bears. I hope!

I'm taking July "off", in a manner of speaking. I was listening to an old tape today that I checked out of the library that had some lectures that Anais Nin gave in the 70's. She was talking about writing, about how writing is so necessary for writers because it acts as a world-expander. And she said that if she doesn't write, her world starts shrinking. Ah yes, I have noticed my world is shrinking lately. Somehow, writing seems to maintain some level of magic in life. It's not escapism, maybe it's delight? I don't know. Josh and I were talking about magical realism the other night--I love that oxymoron, so perfect.